Chinese translations may not be accurate. If you want to skip to the smut, go to the bolded line.
If you had to choose any last cipher to prime, it shouldn't have been in the Red Church's shack. A spot too obvious that any hunter could find. The other elephant in the room, Church's cipher, had already been decoded. The most obvious cipher left was shack. Being a rescuer, you were a slow decoder by chance. Vera was kiting Xie Bian, while Luca and Norton were both waiting at the other gates not helping you decode. '"Gee, thanks," you mumbled to yourself. "Priming a cipher all on my own? Lovely.'" The cipher was primed, so you shouted "Cipher machine primed!"
Unfortunately, Xie Bian didn't turn a deaf ear to your war cry and placed an umbrella at the shack, switching out to Fan Wujiu.
'Shit! I have to pop it.' You thought to yourself, attempting to finish the last cipher. Attempting. The cipher was at 98%, not 99%. As the slow decoder you were, it didn't instantly pop. But when it did- Fan attacked you straight in the back, leaving you down on your knees instantly.
"Shack with detention? Not bad, kehehe." His chaotic chuckle rang as he tied you up to balloons, placing you on the farthest chair in the basement. "Unfortunately, Xie decided to opt for windows instead of trump card. He gets frustrated from being looped, you see?" The black guard fastened you to the chair without any remorse of how the barbed wire cut at your soft skin. "Unfortunately, all I have is peepers. So unless your friends want to rescue you... you're dead. Zàijiàn*!" The psychotic hunter chuckled his laugh as he walked towards the closest gate. "The prisoner decoded this gate, hm?" Wujiu mumbled to himself, noticing how the gate was already open.
Luca had been attempting to stall detention. His attempt failed as he didn't want to die inside the gate. "I'm out of here!" Luca shouted. "The hunter is near me!" The decoder barely managed to escape.
Now your rocket chair had been 70% in progress. Vera and Norton were too far to rescue. It would be suicide. They both mumbled a quick 'sorry' and left.
Your chair didn't immediately go off, though. Right before the rocket blasted off, Fan undid the uncomfortable barbed wire on the chair. You sat in shock staring at the tall hunter. "What?- I mean- why?" You shook your head. "I understood you know you've lost but- huh?" What was going on inside the chaotic man's mind?
"We've lost already... Xie and I, haven't we?" He tapped his foot in frustration- Wu Chang had the highest rank win streak (because Dream Witch never really played). A loss to them was worth way more than a loss to anyone else in the manor. Of course, Fan would be upset. "Aren't you on your rank journey? You would get more points if you escaped."
Fan- the Fan Wujiu- being nice? Impossible. He must've hit your head too hard. "Are you sure? Wouldn't Bian be upset with you? You've rightfully earned at least myself down."
"You're quite alright. Bié dānxīn*." Fan extended his arm out to help you get up from the taller chair, averting his eyes in embarrassment. If you were crazy enough, you might think- just think- that there was a slight twinge of blush swept across his face. "The dungeon would give you more points, hm?"
You nodded and hesitantly took his hand. Part of you was afraid that he would lash out at you if you didn't accept his offer. "You didn't need to do this... thank you. Why the sudden kindness though? Survivors usually say you're the 'rude one' or 'evil' in a way."
Fan grasped your small hand more comfortably against his larger one. "Survivors will talk. They paint anyone who remotely does them wrong in any way, rather big or small, 'evil'." After he walked you up the stairs in the shack, he released his grip from your hand. "I remember the dungeon being by the graveyard, correct? We'll head there."
The walk was rather... awkward. Silent, both of you taking risky chances to glance at each other while the other wasn't looking, eyes meeting a couple of times. "We're... here." You looked up at his golden eyes, bending your neck to see him at his height. "Thank you- again. Sorry for making you go through all the trouble." Not wanting to stay around any longer (the hunter was frightening after all) you hopped in the dungeon.
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Your survivor team and the two brothers entered the manor lobby post-game to share their congratulations. Even though you were sitting with the survivors on the opposite end of the room, you could hear Xie going off on Fan in Chinese. You couldn't understand much, but you assumed it was about getting a four-man-loss. Being the kind heart you are, you walked up to their argument and spoke, "thank you, again, Fan!"
He didn't verbally respond and just gave a 'thumbs-up'. A few moments later, everyone decided to head back to their rooms. The hunter tapped your shoulder, initiating you to stay behind. Without any words, Fan grasped your wrist and pointed towards his room. You didn't fully understand, but considering the fact that he was being extra kind today, you decided to go along with him. Maybe he wanted to play cards? Or did he want someone to talk to?
You both arrived at his room, and his first action shocked you. He started unbuttoning his garments. "F-Fan?" You stuttered, averting your eyes away from his now bare chest. "What are you doing?" You obviously knew he was stripping, it was a rhetorical question.
"If my brother is going to be upset at me, I might as well receive payment to cancel out the bad. Isn't that only fair?" He continued with his trend, removing the last of his pants. The multicolored man was left in his underwear.
It's not like this was the worst situation ever. He's an attractive man, with a matching pair lower on his body. You just didn't understand why you of all people, and why now. So, you decided to ask. "Fan, why me? Why not one of the more attractive girls?"
"You're easy." He scoffed, sitting on his bed, manspreading. "What? You think I felt a sudden romantic attraction and thought you were my eternal princess? I'm horny and you just happen to be a girl in debt to me."
"I- uh..." Feeling offended, you crossed your arms and puffed. "So this is just repayment? For fucks sake why did I think you wanted some wholesome alone time or something." You sat on the bed, next to him. "Fine, I'll comply. But I won't do shit for you. Do everything yourself."
Fan pinned you down onto the bed, his knee in between your thighs. "That's perfect, I'm less about receiving and more on giving." He eyed your body up and down, locking his next target. "Now you're going to be a good little slut and stay silent. You're a toy, and toys don't speak." Not wanting to go against his word, you remained silent. "Now what to do first? I don't really care for foreplay, so the question isn't that hard. I'll just shove it in while you stay nice and silent."
After stripping your body, he lined himself up against your sensitive spot. "Now be a good little whore and take it all in for me." Fan put his full length in, adjustment didn't matter to him. "No complaints, alright sweetheart? Stick to your word."
You nodded in agreement, not verbally agreeing so you wouldn't be told off. "Mmph..." was the only thing that escaped from your mouth. It was hard to hide the pain, but you had to do so. After all, this man didn't give you any time to adjust- let alone prepare. One thrust after another, skin slapping echoed throughout the hunter's room. Eventually you couldn't hold it in any longer. "Aah! Fan! Please! More!"
In response he stopped, dick in you. "What was that? Wasn't some little toy supposed to remain quiet, hm?"
Your patience ate away at your insides, dying for him to move. What was the correct response? To speak and apologize or to stay silent? You decided to go for the former. "It won't happen again... please continue." You murmured.
A small glint shone in his golden eyes as he released a devilish smirk. "Repeat that for me, barbie."
"I..." you hesitated, but finished the sentence as fast as possible. "I... want you to continue."
Fan tilted his ear towards you, pretending like he couldn't hear. "What was that, sex doll? Please repeat."
"Continue god damn it."
Zàijiàn = Bye
Bié dānxīn = No worries
Y'all wrap it up. STDs are bad, the pull out method doesn't work. End of story.
